I'm exstatic. Not just slightly amused. Exstatic. We went to Petsmart on Tuesday to get a new home for little Herbie. (That's what I'm calling him for now. We'll see if it sticks.) It was SO fun. I wanted to buy everything (and we practically did).
Before: The ghetto. Large tupperware home with small tupperware lids serving as water and food dishes and a little black drawer serving as a hideout.
After: MTV Cribs. 10-gallon aquarium, calcium sand, under-tank heater, thermometer and hydrometer, real wood for him to climb on, a real wood shelter, a plant (which is quickly dying), a water dish and sponge, and two new haute couture shells. Oh, and his old tupperware food dish just to remind him that he's still, he's still Jenny from the block.
The first night he didn't do anything. Just hid in his shelter.
BUT! This morning I went to check on him and noticed there were tracks all over the place. Food trailed into the sand. Half the water was gone. But the best part? There was his old shell sitting in the sand! He had switched shells! Not only did he change clothes, but he actually tried on both outfits before picking one (as evidenced by the rejected shell being completely flipped over and turned around).
Quite the fashionista!
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